That earns me a giggle and a little shoulder shove. “Oh, quit it. I was so surprised that a boy as handsome as you was taking meto his senior prom that I realize now I haven’t even told you how hot you look.”
“Wait, you think I’m hot?” I retort.
She rolls her eyes. “I can’t even with you.”
“Yeah, but you still love me, so what does that say about you?”
“You’re right, I do love you. I think it says I’m a hopeless fool.”
“Ditto, baby. Now, let’s go dance the night away.” Placing another quick peck on the back of her hand, I shoot her a quick wink before taking off.
“Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande is playing, and holy fuck, the way Taevin is moving her back against my front right now is headed toward a very dangerous situation.
We haven’t gonethereyet, and not for her lack of trying. “There” being literally anything farther than making out, dry humping, and a lot of heavy petting. I’m not even sure how I’ve managed to stay strong with holding out this long, but my willpower to resist her is slipping by the second. Especially with how fucking gorgeous she looks in this dress.
Think of bad things. Gross things. Literally anything but the way her ass is grinding so perfectly against your raging hard-on.
I back up ever-so slightly to adjust myself before gripping her around the waist. “Tae, you’ve got to stop grinding on me like that or I’m going to bust in my fucking pants.”
She giggles and looks at me over her shoulder. “Is that even possible?”
“You’re about thirty seconds away from finding out,” I grit out, telling myself to stay strong.
Getting checked against the boards. Those sad pet infomercials. Falling off a horse. Getting kicked by a horse . . . in the dick!
Nothing is fucking working, I’m bricked up beyond belief.
She spins in my arms to face me, pulling on my neck to bring my ear to her lips. “What if I want you to come in your pants, J?”
I’m fucked. Jesus, I’m so fucked.
Being the little minx she is, she bites the shell of my ear and that along with her warm breath tickling my neck just below my ear, has me nearly coming undone right then and there.
“Baby,” I half groan, half plead. “Have a little mercy on me.”
With her arms wrapped around my neck, she pulls her head back to look into my eyes. “I’m ready.”
“Taevin,” I murmur, pressing my forehead against hers.
“I want you, J. I want you to be my first,” she whispers softly and I feel my resolve slip farther.
She steps back when I don’t immediately respond, and I snap out of the mind-fuck spiral I was going down.
Pulling her back into my chest, I place a kiss on her temple and whisper against her skin, “And I will be. Trust me, T, I want you more than anything. It’s not a matter of me wanting you. I refuse to take your virginity on prom night—it needs to be special, not a teenage cliché.”
She pouts. “But we’re at a hotel, and we’ve still got a few hours before I need to be home. It’s not a cliché if I want this. Besides, who knows when we’ll get another opportunity to be alone like this again?”
“There’s no rush, T.”
And there’s not. I’m not sure why I’m being so protective of her virginity, it’s not like I’m a virgin myself; before Taevin, I was definitely known as a player. But with her, everything is different. I’ve wanted to take things slow—to take our time and get to know each other before we cross the lines physically.
“It’s not rushing when we’ve been together for over three months and we love each other.”
I agree with her, I think we’re both ready to take the next step. Still doesn’t change my mind. So I tell her, “Trust me, it’s taking everything in me to wait right now, but I can’t tonight.”
“So let me get this straight, if it were tomorrow, you’d be okay taking my virginity, but because it’s prom night, you won’t?” She scoffs.
Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, I hold her gaze. “Correct. Because when I make love to you for the first time, I want to take my time with you. I want the moment to be special, not rushed in a hotel room on prom night so I can get you home before your curfew. I want to be able to hold you in my arms after and take care of you,” I explain to her, hoping like hell she understands where I’m coming from.
